The headquarters of the Knights of Favonius was dark and quiet. As expected, of course, as it was around two in the morning.

Yet even still, as the city of Monstadt was still and peaceful, the gentle sound of a pen stirred inside the Grand Master's office. The acting Grand Master herself, Jean, was working on paperwork even now.

Cavalry Captain Kaeya, Outrider Amber, and even Lisa the resident librarian, all were long asleep and resting for their work the next day. Klee was sleeping soundly in solitary, and Sucrose hardly stirred in her blankets.

Despite this, Jean's thorough nature had her working through forms and papers well beyond what should be expected of her. Nobody would stay up this late, setting aside perhaps...

There was a soft knock at the door.

Jean looked up from her pen, almost believing she imagined it. Surely it was far too late for anybody to be here.

"Come in." She said, careful not to call out too loudly. She didn't want to wake the knights in the building, and certainly didn't want to sound crazy if she was responding to knocking she'd imagined.

The door, however, did open. Through it came the familiar sight of the Honorary Knight's golden eyes. Of course it was her, nobody else was adventuring that late at night.

"Ah, Honorary Knight." Jean said, relaxing upon realizing she hadn't imagined the disturbance. "Did you need something?"

She didn't say anything, walking up to and around Jean's desk.

"Lumine?" Jean asked, trying to get her attention, before letting out a small noise of surprise at the sensation on her neck. "Is this- is this a warm towel?"

"Yeah." Lumine said, tucking it around her neck with care, and pulling a blanket over the back of her chair to hang over Jean's shoulders.

"You don't need to do this, I'm fine." Jean said, her face turning a light shade of pink in embarrassment of the treatment.

"You're always fine." Lumine said, kneeling down and hugging her around the midsection. "Doesn't mean it's true."

Jean was speechless, between the warm embrace, the heated towel, and the comfortable insulating blanket. She didn't remember ever being so comfortable.

"Please get some rest. You work yourself to the bone, and it's not good for you." Lumine squeezed her tightly. "If you wear yourself out too much, you'll only be weaker in the future. You'll suffer because of this."

"I-I..." Jean stammered. "Lumine, I'm okay, really. It's just a long work day, and I've got a lot to do."

"Just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before? You do this all the time." Lumine said, reading her like a book. She placed a hand on Jean's cheek. "Your eyes have bags, and I'm sure you're not eating well. I can't tell you not to overdo it, that ship has sailed."

"This is highly unusual..." Jean started, still embarrassed by Lumine's treatment. "Are you really that worried...?"

Lumine stood up, walked to a chair in the room and grabbed a small pillow, bringing it back to Jean's desk. She carefully placed her stack of papers out of the way and stowed her pen and ink, before placing the pillow before her.

"Get some rest, or I'll have Paimon come up with weird nicknames for you." Lumine smiled slightly. "Okay?"

"O-Okay. I understand. I'll pick this back up tomorrow." Jean nodded slightly, still caught off guard by Lumine's random bout of caring.

As the Honorary Knight left, she considered grabbing her stack of forms once more, but the warm, comfortable embrace of the blanket and towel were too relaxing, and she rested her head on the pillow, reassuring herself that it would only be for a while.


Jean inhaled, sucking a small bit of drool back into her mouth and raising her head to look around. It was well past noon now, and while the towel had lost its warmth over time, she still had the most comfortable rest of her life.

She rubbed her eyes, looking back at her desk to see a recently placed mug with streaming liquid inside that she didn't notice arriving. Taking it and blowing gently, one sip nearly had her gag in surprise at the chunks floating inside.

It wasn't coffee, it was hot stew. Very good stew, in fact. Meat and bacon with subtle additions that she couldn't identify, still warm. Jean took another sip, closing her eyes as the warm stew left a trail of comfort down her throat.

The Acting Grand Master sat back, pulling the blanket closer and placing both hands on the warm mug. She hadn't felt this rested in years.